When I give, I give myself.
— Walt Whitman (via penseesduchoeur)
Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.
— Andre Dubus (via cavum)
Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
— Osho (via man-in-the-way)
Morality, too, is a question of time.
— Gabriel Garcia Maquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores (via odetofemininity)
Those who lack the courage will always find a philosophy to justify it.
— Albert Camus (via quotes-shape-us)
feio:
“Fear is a signal of abandonment. It is linked to the threat of the loss of self, and so fear is narcistic” -
Sigmund Freud (1926)
The pendulum of the mind alternates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.
— Carl Jung (via penseesduchoeur)
We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.
— Albert Einstein (via penseesduchoeur)
The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
—
John Cage (via bbook)
I love when people take quotes I’ve posted and post them on their own shit. Repeatedly. http://modern-nostalgic.blogspot.com/2012/04/first-question-i-ask-myself-when.html
If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story.
— Orson Welles (via rantcasey)
You’re nothing but a piece of shit on a pedestal.
—
François Truffaut in a letter to Jean-Luc Godard, June 1973. (via cafeparaacordarosmortos)
:)
I sit in the dark. And it would be hard to figure out
Which is worse: The dark inside, or the darkness out.
— Joseph Brodsky, from “I Sit by the Window” (via viage)
I’m a strange new kind of
inbetween thing aren’t I, not at home with the
dead
nor with the living.
— Anne Carson, Antigonick (via proustitute)
You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand
— Dylan Moran (via penseesduchoeur)
